Li Wuyang transformed into a chaos stream of light, ignoring the earth-shattering melee behind him as he shot straight toward Spirit Mountain's depths! Primordial Father's wild laughter, Tathagata's furious shouts, the demon god's roars, and Finality's shrieks were all left behind. His heart was clear as a mirror; only the increasingly distinct summons from deep within Spirit Mountain, resonating in his palm, served as his sole guide.
Spirit Mountain was a sacred Buddhist site, immune to all magic and layered with countless restrictions. Under normal circumstances, even a Hun Yuan Great Luo would never dream of slipping into its core unnoticed. But now, with the battle outside in full swing, the upheaval caused by the Taotie Demon God's assault on the seal, along with the aftershocks of several Saint-level beings clashing, had already shaken Spirit Mountain to its foundations. Countless protective restrictions had fallen briefly into disorder, revealing gaps!
Li Wuyang pushed the Chaos Dao Body and the Blade of Fate Severing's "severing" attribute to their limits. Rather than forcing his way in, he moved like the most skilled assassin, slipping through intervals in the restrictions' fluctuations. With a faint flash of blade-light, he precisely "cut" the energy links between several key restriction nodes, opening a fleeting passage. Wherever he passed, the restrictions' radiance flickered, yet no one noticed.
The deeper he went, the purer and vaster the Buddhist light became, though it also carried a faint desolation and heaviness from ancient times. The fabric of space-time here was extraordinarily stable, as though independent of the battle outside. The air was thick with sandalwood incense and the lingering cadence of ancient sutras. Along the way, he saw Buddhas and Bodhisattva phantoms in secluded cultivation, their auras obscure. They seemed entirely unaware of the turmoil beyond, immersed in the deepest state